When I watched this AI video of The Red Barn, I got chills.
Not because of the lightning—but because of what didn’t move.
The sky is wild. The storm builds.
Thunderheads roll in and electricity lights up the clouds like a warning.
But the barn?
She stays still.
Rooted. Unshaken. Unbothered.
And that, to me, is what this painting is really about.
We are not the storm. We are the thing that remains.
I painted The Red Barn as a symbol of what holds—
when life spins, when the noise gets loud, when the air changes.
And now, I’m offering prints of this piece to anyone who needs that reminder in their own space.
🖼️✨ Prints available here: THE RED BARN
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Let this painting live with you—
Pop it in a frame, set it beside your favorite chair, or place it by your bedside as a quiet reminder:
You are steady, even in the storm.
It’s from that unwavering center that you can reclaim your dreams, rejuvenate your life, and reignite what once felt lost.
as a quiet strength,
a steady breath,
a place that doesn’t flinch when everything else starts to crackle.
